Jillian, however, thought no nervous thoughts, and felt no anxiety. Her heart did flutter though when she saw Colin in the dining hall at breakfast and laughed to herself at the way he was trying make a sandwich with French toast and bacon. His back was turned to the greyish light of the westward morning sky in the wall-wide window. He better brush his teeth after that, she thought.
She ate by herself at lunch, and thought not about much. It was just her and a salad and a sandwich, enjoying an uncharacteristically uneventful day. When she was done eating and heading to the dish cart, Jillian noticed they were serving vanilla ice cream cake for desert. The sight of it made her feel cold in the groin. It was now an inescapable truth in her life that she knew what it was like to sit on ice cream cake, and to have it be a surprise. It made her wet, the thought of it, of Colin watching her do it, and with that, her excitement for the coming night turned from a comfortable longing into an engrossing hunger.
Colin was walking leisurely down a corridor between groups when he heard shoes spanking the linoleum to his rear. He moved to the side to let whoever it was pass, but the sound came right up behind him. He felt something dip into the back pocket of his jeans and a moment later he watched Jillian walk by. She didn't look back, and his eyes stayed on her pretty bottom for as long as it was in sight. He drew out the note. Be in your room at midnight was all it said.
It surprised Colin that he was more nervous than excited as the night came on. He didn't eat much at dinner. He was preoccupied with anticipation, both for what was to come further on in the evening, and for his departure the following morning. He thought about going home, and the hope in his mother's eyes when she had come to visit. He worried about the risk he would be taking, but he couldn't square how his affection for Jillian, and what he would do to be with her, should undermine something that had allowed his family to have hope for him again.
The plates and silverware started making their sounds of careless clatter as the diners let them fall, some still full of food, into grey plastic bins. Colin continued to dread getting caught and kicked out, and he considered telling Jillian not to come to his room. But when he saw her again, he knew not only that he couldn't, but that he shouldn't. "What," he asked himself, "could be better for me than some kind of love right now? If I can't be with someone like her when the opportunity comes, what's the point of sobriety? She'll remind me of how good life can be, and that memory will help when I'm looking for a reason to stay clean when I'm back at home."
Colin sat on his bed for over an hour before their scheduled meeting time. Come quarter to midnight, he decided it would be best to lie down. He pretended to read.
Jillian, meanwhile, made sure there were no loose ends around the place in order to decrease the chances of someone looking for her when she didn't want to be found. When she finished, she went to the rest room to check herself out and make sure she looked good enough for the deed to be done with relative haste. She wondered what he was expecting, and hoped he wasn't lying naked on his bed or ready to tear her clothes off. Her phone alarm rang at 12:02. She walked toward Colin's room with her heart beating faster than the pace of her steps.
Colin was lying down, on top of his covers. He was wearing no shoes, no socks, jeans, no belt, and a t-shirt. He was looking at the book when there was a knock. It startled him. He said, "Yeah!" Jillian opened the door, stepped in quickly, and shut the door behind her. Her face was lit from the underside by the lamp on the nightstand. It looked seductive, and a little spooky. Colin felt as though he should say something, but he only looked at her as she stood over the bed, and he kept his eyes on hers when she bent over to kiss him, like she was kissing him goodnight. The comfortable intensity Jillian felt in the kiss scared her, and for a moment she considered just pulling away and saying goodbye and good luck, but by the time that thought was fully formed one knee of hers was already on the bed, and Colin's hand was under her shirt, his palm on her back, pulling her gently to him, and all of it had a power that she could not bring herself to pull away from.
The kissing went on for some time. It was a veritable make out session with their hands in each other's hair and her leg in his crotch, where she could feel his clothed penis rubbing on her thigh. It felt like high school that way, especially with how forbidden it all was. Jillian remembered after a few minutes about the time limit. She looked at the clock, and saw they had only ten minutes left. "Shit!" she said.
"What's wrong?" Colin asked.
"It's all right," she told him, and unbuttoned his pants. He tried taking her shirt off but she stopped him. "You can be naked in your room," she said, "but I can't." Then she took his hand and put in on her breast, over her shirt. Colin looked in her eyes with a mix of disappointment and intense longing. She kissed his lips quickly then moved to the side of his head and flicked his ear with the tip of her tongue. He took his hand off her breast, put it on her ass and pulled her tighter to him. His cock was pushing so hard against his jeans that it hurt him, and he wanted to take them off but it had become clear that there were rules and only she knew what they were. She stood up next to the bed and told him to get under the covers. After he did, she told him to get undressed. He was confused, but obeyed. While he did so, Jillian stood as close to his head as possible and rubbed herself over her pants, gyrating as she did so, giving her heavy breath a soft voice.
Once Colin was naked under the covers, she straddled him. As soon as she came down over the ridge in the blankets her hips bucked forward reflexively, because a special place had been touched the right way, like when a doctor takes a little hammer to a certain spot below the knee. She looked toward the unlockable door, and she tightened up imagining the consequences if it were to open then. But the tightening only increased her excitement and sensitivity with the pressure building in her womb. She looked at Colin's face and was reminded of her real affection for him, and it added a warmth in her heart, which soon merged with the heat radiating from below, and upon the mingling an orgasm shot through her and a choked cry popped through her lips.
When Jillian opened her eyes and stilled her hips, Colin was smiling up at her, and she could tell by the still significant ridge beneath her that he had not yet cum. She looked at the clock and saw that only three minutes remained before peak sneak was over, but her heart had grown to favor this adult delinquent too much to leave him so unfulfilled. She started riding him again, but Colin, having gained some self-confidence after her climax, grabbed her behind and began to pull it up in the direction of his head. As soon as she was past his waist he put a hand under the covers and started jerking himself off. He continued to pull her up towards his face with his other hand, and Jillian was confused as to what it was he wanted her to do, if anything. Once her knees were at his neck, she looked down at him with questioning eyes, and he looked up at her and said, "Pretend my face is ice cream cake."
There was a lot for her to process, but she knew what to do and was happy to do it. She dipped herself down over his face so that she could feel his breath adding to the moisture and the heat in her panties, and Colin's hand could be heard pumping away under the sheets. They both thought about her sitting in the cake, Colin the sight of it, Jillian the feel of it, and her remembering then the look on Colin's face when it happened. It made her wetter and she increased the amount of weight she let fall on Colin's face. His tongue had been out but with the added pressure he drew it back into his mouth and let her grind away as she pleased.
Soon, he could feel her movements becoming jittery and he could feel his own orgasm building in his balls. He started humming, hoping the vibrations would transfer to her somehow, and whether they did or not, her grinding became more frantic and her legs tightened around his head. Though his eyes were totally covered in darkness, it was as if he could see her face clear like a portrait, and his humming turned to moans as his cum neared its exit. Jillian's dancing on his face had turned to quick jerks and convulsions and they found themselves letting out much too telling noises. Colin's ecstasy reached its peak and he felt the warm ejaculate running over his hands and between his fingers.
He kissed Jillian's pussy through her pants as if he was making out through a veil. Her eyes were closed tight. Her surroundings and the circumstances served not as a hindrance, but as an accelerant. "Oh, fuck!" she yelled, with her hand over her mouth, and she came again, harder than the first time. Her fingers ran tenderly over Colin's soft, short hair as they breathed and rested. Colin had forgotten where he was. Barely another moment had time to pass before Jillian's alarm went off, and she had to get up off of his face, and say goodbye.